I obviously couldn'tspeak so as she sat on the bed to take off her shoes I prostrated myselfin front of her, my hands towards her in prayer and tears ...alling down mycheeks. I saw little reaction from her except that she leaned towardsher bedside cabinet and pressed a button. She carried on taking off hershoes and stockings and had just finished when there was a knock on thedoor. She told Ms Johnson to come in, pointed at me then asked her to'remove this thing' from her room. The housekeeper. Mmm … Ahhh..I knew she was loving it, she said that I was playing good even though I was a virgin. I sucked and bit her pussy dry, but her pussy was overflowing with pleasure.Later, I lowered my pants and became naked too. She pounded on me like a lioness, and started to suck my nipples and biting it. I was on seventh heaven.She kept doing it for a long time. After that she came closer to my dick and started stroking it hard. She took my 5.5 inch dick in her hand, and started to suck the head. “It certainly is,” he answered. “Sorry. I’m just having a little trouble waiting until I get you inside your apartment.” She took his hand in hers and pushed it harder against her wetness as she opened her legs to make it easier for him. Putting her head back against the headrest she groaned softly when one of his fingers snaked its way inside her very wet pussy. “Talk to me, Evan. Talk to me about business while my mind is still able to understand words.” He pulled his wet finger out of her. It made me feel like a whore. As that feeling marinated over the weekend, I embraced it. There had never been anything whorish about me, but I realized I loved being Carl’s whore. It was somehow a completion of my womanhood.He didn’t speak to me all morning on Monday, not even a flirting glance or smile. My emotions vacillated between feeling rejected for my whorish wantonness and accepting he was being cool to keep our affair under the radar of office gossip.After lunch, the text came to my.